Dear Paul,
Thanks for this wonderfull masterpiece.
You do realise that you spoiled us and that we expect this as a daily
starter from now on.
Fredd
PS : where can I send donations for that roof construction ?
>As I sat at my office desk upstairs in my home, I decided to finish work
>early and pack up PC work (DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT 'PC' OVER HERE IS AN
>ABBREVIATION FOR 'PERSONAL COMPUTER'). As I switched off, and left my desk
>nice and untidy, I cast my mind to the homely comfort of my easy chair
>downstairs, and the soothing lick of gentle flames as they play around the
>logs in our open fire.
>
>As always prior to dinner, I walk into the small house extension I'm
>building to check what I'm going to do next. As I pondered the bare stone
>walls, and whilst mentally deciding where I was going to chase in the wires
>for the wall lights, I took up my regular seated position, whist admiring a
>framed picture under the small garden window. It's a favorite water color
>of mine of the 'Pont St.Marie Bridge' over the river Seine in Paris. It was
>painted by an old and very dear friend who is a Frenchman of only five feet
>in height. By trade he's a steel erector and he goes by the name of Marcel
>Le Grande.
>
>Anyway, as dusk began to fall, I made myself comfortable and my eyes
>chanced a glance through the small garden window. Beyond, the last rays of
>sunlight trickled their way through the branches of the tall Yew tree in
>the bottom meadow, and danced through the golden leaves of the old apple
>tree before me - as if to say I'll shine for you tomorrow. As mother sun
>gently laid her head on the pillow of the eastern horizon; the skies above
>her turned from pastel shades of vermilion and sea green to subtle, lighter
>shades of burnt amber and gold. The silken clouds seemed fired with such
>beauty - I always wonder what other masterpieces lay beyond, as darkness
>slowly began to cloak the skies.
>
>I sat further back, as my Springer Spaniel 'William' took up his usual
>position between my knees, where he sat. And with his chin pressed to my
>knee, and his sparkling brown eyes adoringly watching my every move, his
>tail began to wag in that knowing way that my mission in the extension was
>shortly to be concluded before dinner. I cast my head back in wonderment at
>the beauty of the early night sky. The silken moon was rising, and the
>pictured masterpiece of the starry heavens before me was as if the giant
>hand of a Greek God had cast handfuls of sparkling sequins across a
>tapestry of black velvet. As I looked up at the chill night sky before me
>in total awe of the magical beauty of mother nature, my knees began to feel
>cold, and as I ripped up the last two pages of a recent Graham Robson
>article, I said to myself - After three years, it really is about bloody
>time I put the roof on this outside toilet!!
>
>Paul
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